Clang! Steel slammed against steel, the collision booming so loud it rattled roof tiles and sent crows screaming into the twilight.
A brutal shockwave numbed Kael’s arm. His fingers almost lost their grip as stumbled three steps back, disbelief widening his eyes.
“How… How did your strength return so fast?”
Only three days earlier, Jared had coughed blood beneath Santino’s blows. For now to wield such crushing force defied every rumor Kael trusted.
It was that very injury that emboldened Kael to strut into the Sword Sect. But Jared pressed forward without answering.
Dragonslayer Sword carved a golden arc through the dusk. Jared used the Dragonslayer. Each swing burned brighter, as though wielded a piece of the noon sun.
Kael, sweating, poured every drop of spiritual energy into the Glacial Sword Art. Azure waves of sword energy crashed outward, coating flagstones in a sudden, glass-slick sheet of frozen ground. The courtyard floor flashed white. Frost bloomed ankle-deep, trying to lock Jared’s feet in place.
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